Sunday, February 5th, 2012

in which Micah discovers his inner Mr. Milne and records our life, in verse

posted by lizzie    « 2 Comments »    tied to artistic endeavors, Oliver, Simon, the day-to-day, writing   

This poem needs very little introduction or explanation, just that it was written by Micah after a morning reading A. A. Milne’s poetry to our boys. And Simon would like to state, for the record, that he doesn’t always go straight from the book. He can come up with his own moves, too. I can vouch for that.

Written in a Book

Master Simon likes the chess,
to exercise his cleverness.
But all his games, he must confess,
are written in a book.

Master Simon prefers the black,
both to block and to attack.
But whether forth or whether back,
his moves come from a book.

Master Simon slides his queen.
He Ls his knight, he steps his king.
But he won’t do a single thing,
that’s not written in a book.

Little brother, come be white!
I’ll check with queen, you block with knight.
But when I win, don’t frown, don’t fight,
for it’s written in a book.

Master Simon, please don’t yell,
when he moves that piece like M, not L.
For little brother, as you can tell,
surely cannot read a book.

Comments

  1. Heather says:
    February 5, 2012 at 10:53 pm

    That is wonderful! And very Milne-esque. Now you need to read the Tao of Pooh.

  2. Becca says:
    February 14, 2012 at 7:20 pm

    Cute! Nice work Micah. Very impressive. Have you read the Tao of Pooh? I had to read it for a class at BYU. Heather just reminded me. :)

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